(Verse 1)
Optics often optimistic
Quoting what I'm scoping
Ink cascaded onto pages
Lying, living what I'm hoping
Wishing to miss
These struggles surrounding
This idealist's pop
Of this cysts is resounding
Pink side of my lids
Telling me anecdotes
Fueled by candy smoke
Sweets rolled tight like pantyhose
I blow windows into the past
I got portals in my ashtray
Thinking of a time
I wasn't thinking 'bout my last day
Pocket with a quarter
Unaffordable water
Arizonas and Hugs
Corn syrup, my love
You tell me to be above
When this system so grave
I don't value your love
I don't want to be saved
With sips, seconds shaved
I see quality poverty
Killing blacks in their youths
“Buy our product please”
Flashbacks to knapsacks
Pre-hashtags, when snapbacks
were all that and four bags
of Fritos were a buck

(Verse 2)
“Free those negros locked up”
That shit never crossed my mental
As a lil gentle tot
I see now, that my corpus is a rental
It vacants for the bullets
From the cops who done pulled it
It ain't never a full clip
Self defense, they done ruled it
You can tell me I'm foolish
When I plea for ignorance
I want to be taken a time
When I was on the fence
About my favorite hue
Was it blue or was it red?
Should I wear this black?
Or would I end up shot dead?
Doubts I never said
I would never get 'em
But, with all this hate I see
Now, how I could ever forget 'em
But I oughtta, 'cause this water
Shit still ain't up in my breath
Fucking Hugs can't assist me
If I ain't got no life left
Cop the bodily autopsy
Prolly spot a few drops in me
Prop up atrocities for all to see
I'd be trending on all y'all feeds
All these ideas
Let me cry my tears
I'm twenty and I'm black
I've only got five years

(Verse 3)
Moving a few glocks
To new cops
Soon the news'll drop
Two shots, a dude drops
I knew Fox, plotting so rotten
Tightening noose knots
Got a tar to clean up
Who brought the broom, mop
Fiends who trot to skew a true loss
Of a kid in tube socks
Who had do die, man
In front of a jewel shop
He was a rocking juke box
When his tune stopped
But watch Fox stop to gossip
"Did he have his tool cocked?"
At the fault of the unruly tot
In his schools he fought
Against the rules they taught
Like he's a fools with brutish thoughts
His tooth would spew a sparks that flew
Into a few clueless hearts
"The All Lives Crew"
Talking 'round the newly chalked